If the martinis article earlier didn't give you enough of a taste of fall, allow us to tempt you with some desserts.
If the martinis article earlier didn't give you enough of a taste of fall, allow us to tempt you with some desserts.
My Texas upbringing makes me generally suspicious of anybody who doesn't eat meat, and even more suspicious of those who have completely sworn off animal products altogether. (To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I'd ever heard of veganism until college.) I'm tofu-averse, completely addicted to cheese, and entirely too fond of bacon in all its various incarnations. Though not generally a fan of dessert, I tend to believe that the best ones are made from metric tons of butter and/or cream and/or eggs, and so if I'm feeling like a final course, I almost always order the crème brûlée.
I'm not a baker. I like to throw things together in a kitchen, taste, see what it needs, and taste again. You can't do that when you're baking, because (a) flour and raw egg does not a tasty combination make, and (b) baking is a science wherein you have to follow a recipe closely or risk... something other than what you were going for.
It's Book Quarterly time! They got fiction, non, and some excerpts.